The dream shrinks and the sepia room fades in from black.
I turn on my other side and frown as I float in the emptiness.
Dimensions expand and I feel as small as the ants that are dissolving my flat one sand particle at a time.
It's still dark. The sun doesn't like the winter. So it stays away. But it feels guilty so it sends the clouds to keep us company. But the clouds are actually just there to hide the sun from us, so that it doesn’t have to face the cold reality of it’s actions.
It's days like these that I just want to sleep forever.
But like a black hole I am pulled apart and condensed at the same time.
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